Nolan Home for Wayward Refugees, 33 Apocalypse, Saturday Morning

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan knew full well what day it was. In fact, he'd made sure to get up early and start cooking, just in case. Hey, if he didn't have any kids show up, he could always share the food with kids of people who had.

Anyone walking by 33 Apocalypse on Saturday morning, though, would see a new sign affixed near the front door:

Nolan Home for Wayward Refugees

Scrawled underneath was:

and Temporally Displaced Children
All Welcome

Anyone hungry? There's bacon, eggs, sausage, toast, fried potatoes, fried tomatoes, and waffles. Lots and lots of waffles. And, with the open door, the scent was probably drifting out into the street.

[Open for Ronan's kids, visitors, other people's kids, and anyone else who wants some breakfast.]

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[not_in_the_book]

"Not on the island, unfortunately," Ronan admitted, hugging back with one arm while reaching into a conveniently nearby cupboard with the other to grab his tabasco.

"But I'll call them in a minute. I'm sure they'll orb over to see you just as soon as they hear you're here." He considered for a moment. "Or, if they can't, it'll be because they're doing something really important to keep you and everyone else safe, right?"

[weealienwitch.livejournal.com]

Victoria nodded solemnly. "Cause you can't take a vacation from saving the world. That's what daddy says."

"Someday when I'm bigger I'm going to help him."

[not_in_the_book]

"And I'm sure you'll be a big help," Ronan assured her, dishing out a plate with a pile of waffles and setting it out for her with the maple syrup and tabasco. "Anything to drink?"

[weealienwitch.livejournal.com]

"Milk, cause it'll make me big and strong."

Happily, she doused her waffles in a rather bizarre mix of syrup and tabasco.

"When are you going to take me to the moon?"

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan considered. "It's a little too complicated this weekend," he admitted, "with all the kids around. But I promise I'll take you next time I see you when you get back, all right?"

[weealienwitch.livejournal.com]

"How many others? Is anyone related to me? It might be nice to have a brother or sister." At least for a weekend, Victor thought. Long term would be another story.

[not_in_the_book]

"Oh, lots," Ronan explained. "There always are. For lots of people, too.

"I haven't met anyone else related to you, yet," he added, because his player didn't have the keys for Gawain's account "but that doesn't mean they're not around."